Rasasvaada

"Cold" The cold nights of winters bring me the gift of endless pain of the memoirs we shared. Every year I survive these winters... I waited at the threshold longing...yearning for your return but you never made your way back to "our" home. In my soul, I knew I contributed to the death of your love but I never knew how I suffocated you. I just cared too much. All I ever wanted was someone who could fill my heart & I always hoped I let her in, but these winds bring me back to the shackles of your treacherous self again & again. I told myself, "If this is heaven, I will still prefer your hell rather more." Though I believed, I will heal eventually... But for me, love has always been an omen. As my heart always bloomed into gold in your presence, turning my imperfections into some divine being, while you wore my poetry as your most profound possession. You became one yourself, the sheer beauty in motion, my poem. With this ma

"The Commune" They say, "Loving takes its course." but my heart, my heart was a rebel. It whispered, "To get the taste of your unexplored soul, I will come from 7 kingdoms through heaven & hell." This desperation is a beautiful thing which bleeds your heart out & from the distant mist of time I have seen right through you. My handmade love is your only antidote & your soul feeds on it. The push & pull of us exemplified the magnetism of our bond unique, difficult but unbroken. My wants to devour you with my infinite wisdom compelled me to do sins on your naked self & the motion of your body defined our sultry, beautiful & sleepless nights we shared together. Your roguish grin resembled the devilish presence of Gods in beauty. Your inhibited wilderness was not meant for the feign of heart. For your endeavors needed a mortal like me to fuel your prowess. Haunted by the idea of your presence in, out & a

"Nectar" Am writing to you from the other side of the woods, in the hope of your homecoming... Maybe you have never realized but I have had gazillions of heart attacks when in the moment you caught me looking at you. "that iconic feminism", Gawd! You totally had me when you were busy tucking those strands of hair behind your ear. The music of your touch & the reflection of my universe in your eyes, shot me down from my own sky & I fell irrevocably in love with the tantalizing scent of your body that still lingers around me like a spell. My powerlessness turned me submissive as I could not help falling in love with you. Just when the time was right, something broke in her, something which could not be mended & of the overwhelming pain she gave up on me.  Deluded in the realm of your cosmos, I still drink the elixir of your love... #mukulsinghbisht

"Promises" I wanted to write something but I have been trying for too long now, here... Where were you when I was 17, huh? - she said, unraveled under the urgency of her gaze, my eyes lit up with joy in her response. With her smoky eyes, dark straight hair & an incessant voice, my body got synced with her’s like a frozen music. Promising me of her never-ending love, she departed vanishing into her Eden. For the magic of her touch leaving a trail on my skin I writhed with desire & yearned for her evermore. "those acts of love" Beautiful savage with beautiful lies! #mukulsinghbisht

"Resurrection" She walked softly towards me like a whisper giving solace to my insecurities. Untamable was her favorite self with an unyielding & invincible soul. Somewhere between our long conversations, somewhere between our trivial fights, somewhere between our sassy comebacks, I fell in love with her. Since then , I smelled her in every flower, I heard her in every music, I saw her in every picture, I felt her in every touch. She was like a total contradiction of rare form, spreading like a wildfire in my dying heart reviving it all. Unraveling her disguising symphony, I was born again! #mukulsinghbisht

"Enkindling" I bask in her when... That dent on her right cheek unceasingly adorns her smile. She tucks her hair behind her ears, casts a spell on me. She can’t decide whether to tie them or leave them open looking in the mirror. Her laugh, beautiful & infectious, spread like a wildfire in my weak heart. Refueling is... The way she closes her eyes when she takes the first sip of her coffee. That moment when her eyes twitches on lying. When she fiddles on being nervous, cutest ever. She with her playlist sitting alone in a corner, totally in her element stimulates her fire. For the first time in a long time, everything is exalting. She is my solace! #mukulsinghbisht

"Step Closer" When your devious eyes stare into my soul & when the curves of your lips make me wanna die in that valley of tranquility, come one step closer! When my breath is taken away every moment you cross my mind & when your subtle movements define the depth of my love for you in the most articulated manner, come one step closer! When in the middle of a kiss I feel you smiling & when am dissolving into you when you touch me, come one step closer! I wonder how can something be so beautiful that it aches so much & as the midnight comes I wish to all the stars to aid me in my pursuance of you. Let us take one step each to fill this void between us... Oftentimes I dream of waking up next to you, Damn! everything is so inspiring. #mukulsinghbisht